Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 360: Jealous

Sofia’s POV

His lips devoured mine, rough and demanding, until I thought I might drown in him. I hated how much my body betrayed me, answering him when my mind screamed to stop. His hand slid to the back of my neck, holding me in place, deepening the kiss until my knees buckled.

But suddenly, he pulled away. The heat vanished as quickly as it had come, leaving me gasping, my eyes wide. My lips tingled, my chest heaved, and for a second I couldn’t breathe. Damien stared at me, his face hard, but I caught the flicker of regret in his eyes. His hand fell from my neck, and he stepped back as if the nearness had burned him.

"I shouldn’t have done that," he muttered, his voice rough, strained. "I’m sorry, Sofia."

The words hurt. He turned from me before I could answer, walked back to his desk, and lowered himself into the chair. The sound of his pen scratching paper filled the room again, like nothing had happened. Like he hadn’t just torn me apart and left me standing there in pieces.

My chest ached so badly it felt hard to stand. But I forced my face still, acting like I didn’t care because I refused to let him see how much he still had power over me. Ignoring him, I moved over and sat on the couch beside a sleeping Charlie. The room was awkwardly silent until the sound of the door opening broke through it. I turned sharply, my chest tightening the moment I saw her.

A woman stepped in—tall, elegant, with alluring eyes that sparkled with intelligence. Her hair was neatly pulled back, and she carried herself with a confidence that made my stomach twist. The faint sweet scent that drifted in with her was the same one I’d noticed earlier clinging to Damien’s desk.

My heart sank. So it hadn’t been my imagination.

She carried a folder in her hand, her heels clicking lightly against the floor as she walked in like she owned here. "Alpha Damien," she greeted, her voice smooth, professional—but there was a warmth in it too, too casual for someone who should have kept their distance.

I froze, my eyes narrowing. Secretary. She had to be. But why her? Why a woman? He could have picked anyone—a man, someone less... striking. Instead, it was her.

I felt my jaw tighten as I watched Damien look up. To my shock, his expression softened—just slightly, but enough to make my blood boil. "You’re here," he said, his tone low, almost... friendly.

He never spoke like that to anyone. Only to me. And now here was this

curl into fists. My nails dug into my palms as I sat stiffly beside Charlie, forcing myself to stay quiet, forcing myself

in mild surprise before her lips curved into a polite

words were friendly, but they only made my chest tighten more. Charlie’s mother. That

smile, my voice

small nod, her eyes flicking briefly to

like me too," I said quickly, a little ruder than

tone but only smiled again, unbothered by my attitude.

breaking the

professional... but warmer than I liked.

back at me again with that

"Likewise." The word was bitter

leaving behind the faint trace of her perfume and a silence

just his secretary... but for the first time, I wasn’t sure that was all she

back to its awkward silence, but my mind refused to rest. Every second replayed in my head—her scent, her smile, the way Damien’s voice had softened when he spoke to her. My stomach twisted, the fire of jealousy clawing

hated myself for it. Hated that I cared. Hated that

heels clicked softly as she carried in a tray. Two glasses of juice, chilled, sitting neatly on

these," she said politely,